Chapter 68
- Stacey’s POV:
- The silence after the bomb I dropped on him was the loudest thing in the café.
- Noah was still sitting there, his hands clenched tightly on either side of the table, like he was anchoring himself in place. His eyes bore into mine, confused, hurt, desperate. Waiting for a punchline. Waiting for me to say I was kidding. That this was all some cruel joke.